Father and I went down to camp. Along with Captain Goodwin, And there we saw the men and boys As thick as hasty pudding. CHORUS. Yankee Doodle, keep it up. Yankee doodle dandy; Mind the music and the step. And with the girls be handy. And there was Captain Washington, Upon a slapping stallion. A giving orders to his men. I guess there was a million.—Cho. And then the feathers on his hat. They looked so tarnal finey, I wanted peskily to get To give to my Jemima.—Cho. And there they had a swamping gun. As big as a log of maple, On a duced little cart, A load for father’s cattle.—Cho. And every time they fired it off It took a horn of powder; It made a noise like father’s gun, Only a nation louder.—Cho. I went as near to it myself As Jacob’s underpinin’, And father went as near again, I th’t the duce was in him.—Cho. It scared me so, I ran the streets, Nor stopped as I remember, Till I got home and safely locked In granny’s little chamber.—Cho. And there I see a little keg. Its heads were made of leather; They knocked upon it with little sticks To call the folks together.—Cho. And then they’d fife away like fun And play on corn-stalk fiddles; And some had ribbons red as blood All bound around their middles.—Cho. The troopers, too, would gallop up, And fire right in our faces; It scared me almost to death To see them run such races.—Cho. Uncle Sam came there to change Some pancakes and some onions, For ’lasses cake to carry home To give his wife and young ones.—Cho. But I can’t tell you half I see, They keep up such a smother: So I took off my hat, made a bow, And scampered off to mother.—Cho. AMERICA. Rev. Samuel Francis Smith was born in Boston October 21, 1808, and graduated in the class of ’29 from Harvard University. He enjoyed the honor of having for his classmate Oliver Wendell Holmes, in whose beautiful poem, entitled “The Boys,” the name of the author of “America” is affectionately mentioned. And there’s a nice youngster of excellent pith; Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith. But he shouted a song for the brave and the free, Just read on his medal—“My Country of Thee”! “America” was written in 1832, the tune being the old one of “God Save the Queen,” and first rendered on the 4th of July of the same year by the children of Park St. Church, Boston. AMERICA. My country, ’tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing! Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring.